Sugar spinners.

No need for those apologises no need to Hide your fears 

I shall Save that kiss of life for a hot steam ride 

when wading under watchful eyes near a spring

that’s probably already sprung when sugar spun

As thread our hands and Read us those counted cards 

As they try and stack them as we lose our sleeves 

to prance Like reindeer in the sea of western Orkney 

looking for keys your never find.